“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.”
~ Lewis Grizzard
Weary, I sink into the sofa at the end of the day.
“I’m done,” I tell Gerry.
Twenty-five pounds of peaches glisten like jewels in jars on the kitchen counter. Ten pints of salsa sit cooling next to them. It’s been a busy day in the canning kitchen and I am content.
Tomatoes aplenty from the days harvest on the opposite counter–enough for another batch of vegetable soup. Tomorrow.
I’ve deemed the season of freezing to be over. There’s no room for anything else in the freezer amidst the bounty of assorted fruits, vegetables, salmon, and crab.
The canning shelves are filling nicely.
We are blessed.
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Today: canning vegetable soup and another batch of salsa.
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Simple happy.
The best lunch in the world: Fresh bread, butter, tomato slices, salt and pepper.
A husband who helps in the kitchen, and who knows when to step away.
A text message from my daughter celebrating an accomplishment.
Morning air.
Picking tomatoes.
What a cute quote…made me smile.
Glad it brightened your day, my friend.
I love it when one of your posts takes me back to my farm kitchen so many years ago when harvest time filled my time and gratitude and satisfaction filled my soul. 🙂
Precious memories, indeed, Mary Jo.